Truth understood is a slippery thought,
Fully caught when it lives in my heart,
Then my soul reveals what was within,
Truth eludes what I thought I knew.
Truth lived is where my soul and heart connect,
Joined together in an awkward dance,
Reality seeks to tap its shoulder,
Interrupting its awkward rhythm.
Truth hoped for is my heart’s desire,
Connecting soul and heart and dance,
Seen by its audience to testify,
Truth joined and moulded with who I am.